Date: Fri, 3 Jun 2016 21:33:55 +0000 (UTC) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Plumber's Snake, Part 10 (gay/incest) This is adult FICTION. It is not intended to encourage or condone any similar activities in the real world. It is merely ENTERTAINMENT, for which Nifty could use your donations! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Don't read this story if you're not old enough for this stuff, if m/m stories offend you, or if you're not interested in father-and-son fun. On the other hand, if that's exactly what you're looking for, then quit wasting time. Unzip and get busy! PLUMBER'S SNAKE PART 10 "When was the last time you mowed that yard, Son?" Dad asked, looking out the window while I finished the Sunday breakfast he'd cooked for me. "I don't know. Too long, obviously," I replied. "Why don't we take care of that today?" "You didn't come here to work and sweat," I laughed. "You should just enjoy your weekend." "I would enjoy it," Dad assured me. "Well, I guess if you mowed and I trimmed the trees and some other stuff, we could get my yard looking like the yard-of-the-month in no time," I laughed. "Then finish up, and let's get to it," Dad said, standing up and taking his own plate to the sink. He started running water and washing dishes. I finished up and stood beside Dad, slipping my plate into the sink. "Just keep 'em coming, and I'll keep washing," he laughed. "You sure you wouldn't rather go to church?" I asked. "No, as long as you don't tell your mother I skipped," Dad replied, finishing the dishes, turning off the water, and drying his hands on the dish towel. "What happens here stays here," I laughed. "Good to know. Now, where's your lawnmower?" "In the garage. I'll show you." "I think I can find it," Dad laughed. "You get on with whatever you need to do." Dad disappeared into the garage, and a few seconds later, I heard the garage door opening. I looked down at yesterday's clothes that I was still wearing and debated a shower and a change. Then I figured I would just get hot and sweaty, so there wasn't much point. On the other hand, the cum-dirty sheets on the guest bed did need to be washed before Dad could sleep on them again...without wondering where the crusted cum that I shot the previous night came from. It didn't take long for me to strip the guest bed, although I did pause to sniff the cum stains. Even though it was my own cum, the smell really turned me on and I licked the dried stains. They gave up some flavor, but it wasn't enough to do anything other than make me horny. I would have stroked a load out of my hardening cock, but about that time, I heard the lawnmower. I couldn't let Dad do all the work. I took the guest sheets to the laundry room and opened the washer to put them in. I laughed when I saw the master sheets that Dad had forgot to dry. I dropped the guest sheets on the floor and transferred the master sheets and my pajamas to the dryer. I then put the guest sheets in the washing machine and started it. ***** When I stepped out the back door and saw Dad pushing the mower, I froze. He'd taken his shirt off, and sweat was glistening on his smooth, tanned back. He turned a corner, and I was able to see the wet fur on his chest. I just wanted to rush up to him and lick all that sweat off his body, but I managed to restrain myself. Instead, I went and got some clippers to start trimming the trees. I didn't realize I'd been letting the yardwork go while I had been spending my evenings with Tommy, the Hendersons, and the Potts. Satisfying their needs was a whole lot more fun, but the yard did need to be taken care of as well. So, I channeled my horny energy into getting things done. I lost track of time and even managed to forget Dad's sweaty body as I worked away and tried to catch up on the yard maintenance. ***** A couple hours later, I was soaked to the skin in sweat, but I had to admit that the yard looked a whole lot better. "Here you go, Son," Dad said as he walked up to me with two glasses of ice water and handed me one of them. "Thanks, I really need this," I replied as I took the water from him. "Cheers," Dad laughed as we clinked glasses and then started to drink. We both just gulped and gulped and gulped. Over the top of my own glass, I watched the Adam's apple on Dad's throat bobbing up and down. I also glanced down at his sweaty chest, which he was casually wiping with his shirt. "That hit the spot," I said when I finished my water. "Damn, I was so dry," Dad replied, wiping his mouth, "I could have chugged a gallon of hot piss just to quench that thirst." "Dad!" "What? You never heard of guys lost in the desert drinking their own piss?" "Well, yeah, but it's a bit different imagining your own dad drinking piss," I laughed. "It's not something I do every day," he laughed in return. "Now, we'd better get cleaned up. I don't know about you, but I'm up for a long, hot shower." "Sounds good to me," I said. "Let me know when you're finished." "Why wait? That shower in your master bedroom looks big enough for two." "I suppose, but, Dad--" "Are you going prude on me again?" Dad laughed. "You shower with other guys at the gym, don't you?" "Sure, but they're not my dad." "Suck it up, Son," Dad said, slapping my ass hard before going into the house. My cock was somehow still soft in spite of our conversation, but when he slapped my ass, I felt like I could shoot a load anyway. I just barely managed to control it. For a moment, I stood and thought about what Dad had just said. Was he so innocent he didn't know what I would think of his comments? Was he into watersports? Had he actually drunk piss at some point? What was that suck comment about? Had he really been asleep for the past two nights? Fuck, my cock was getting hard. As it grew and stretched and rubbed against the inside of my jeans, the uncontrolled race to cumming was on. To head it off, so to speak, I quickly unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock. I just let it throb and flex in the open air as the near-orgasm subsided. That was a close one, and I had no idea how it would survive a shower with my dad. Once I thought my cock had softened enough and the sensitivity had died away, I risked putting my cock back in my jeans and heading off to find Dad. ***** As I entered the master bedroom, I heard the shower water running and Dad humming happily. I hesitated, and then I got undressed. My cock refused to cooperate and got hard again as soon as the air hit it. I stroked it a few times out of habit, but then I released it and willed it to go soft. PLEASE! I breathed deeply and tried to relax. Eventually, it worked enough so that I had just a plump cock that didn't betray any of my true thoughts about Dad. The shower curtain was pulled back, giving me a full view of Dad soaping up under the shower as I entered the bathroom. I guess he figured since I was joining him, there was no need to pull the curtain. I watched some of the water splash onto the tile floor and was surprised to find that I wasn't annoyed. My eyes then trailed up Dad's hairy, muscular legs and got to his crotch just as he was lathering up his pubes, balls, and cock. "Come on in, the water's fine," Dad laughed when he saw me standing in the doorway. "Looks like you're hogging all the water," I observed. Dad stepped back out of the water and spread his arms. "It's all yours," he said, unaware that I really wanted that comment to apply to his soaped-up cock. "Ready or not, here I come," I laughed and stepped into the shower before my cock could spring to life like I knew it would. With my back to Dad, I let the water run over me, and then I started lathering myself up. Just as I was getting to my semihard cock and wondering if it could handle me touching it to lather up, I felt a warmth on the back of my legs. It felt different from the warm shower water, so I twisted around and looked down to see a stream of piss splashing on the back of my calf. "Dad!" I yelled. Dad just busted out laughing, which made his cock bounce and sent his piss splashing all over the backs of my legs. Some even hit me in the ass. I jumped forward out of the piss stream and turned to face Dad. His laughing grew louder. He finally grabbed his side, as if the laugher was giving him a pain, and doubled over but kept laughing. Looking at the top of Dad's head, I somehow managed to wipe out the fact that he was my dad and just thought of him as someone enjoying horseplay in the shower. A wicked grin spread across my face as I grabbed my cock, aimed it at Dad's head, relaxed my bladder, and sent a stream of piss to splash down on Dad's emerging bald spot. It didn't take long for Dad to stand up straight, and when he did, he yelled, "Mikey!" As he stood, my piss splashed down across his chest and finally targeted his crotch. I held my breath as the piss kept flowing, but after a brief hesitation, Dad burst out laughing again. "I guess I deserved that," he observed as my piss stream dwindled, trailing down over his legs before running out. "I guess you did," I said, shaking the last drops of piss off my cock and turning to face the shower head again. I was completely relaxed at that point and had no concern about soaping up. I continued my shower as if I hadn't just pissed all over my dad. I finally turned to face him, but only to rinse out my hair and wash out my ass crack. "You gonna hog the water all day?" Dad asked. "I don't wanna stink like piss forever, you know." "You started it," I laughed, turning around again to finish rinsing off. "Okay, it's all yours," I finally said, stepping aside and opening my arms in the same gesture Dad had made earlier. "About time," Dad replied, stretching to give me a smack on the butt cheek as he stepped into the shower water. Unfortunately, that swat on my butt took me out of the horseplay mode and started me thinking about Dad humping me in his sleep for the past two nights. I watched him reach around and start lathering up his butt crack, and I lost all control over my cock, which grew to its full length and thickness just in time for Dad to turn around and see what his boy was sporting. "Nice one, Son," Dad laughed. "I guess you jerk off in here so often that your bone can't help getting ready for more." "Yeah, I guess," I laughed nervously. "Sorry." "No need to be sorry. I saw my fair share of shower hardons when I was in the Army. Popped my fair share too," he added with a laugh, turning his back to me and continuing his shower as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Dad looked over his shoulder and saw me standing there. "Don't mind me," he laughed. "Take care of business if you need to," he added as he turned back to the shower again. I nervously took hold of my rigid cock and slowly began stroking it. All the while, I was looking at Dad's muscular butt and his broad back. I imagined sliding my dick between those cheeks and licking the skin between his shoulder blades. I wanted to step up to him and wrap my arms around his chest. I wanted to hump his ass like he'd humped mine. I groaned as the excitement continued to build, and Dad heard me. Dad turned to face me, and I quickly closed my eyes and tilted my head back. Jacking off in front of Dad was bad enough without him knowing it was his own body that was turning me on and driving me into this horny frenzy. "Nice technique," Dad observed, and I opened my eyes to see him stroking his own growing cock. "I'm sorry," I said, quickly releasing my dick. "Stop being such a prude like your mother wanted," Dad replied as he continued stroking himself. "Dad," I objected, but I knew he was right. "Men are men. We have cocks. We need to fuck. We need to cum. It's nature, Son. Enjoy it!" I tentatively took my cock in hand and started stroking again. "That's my boy," Dad said approvingly. "How do you think my Army buddies and I took care of all those shower hardons?" he laughed. "Guess I should have joined the Army," I said, trying to regain the horsing around attitude. "You never would have been able to concentrate with all those butch cocks around," Dad said casually. "Dad!" "Are you trying to tell me you're not gay, Son?" Dad asked. I stopped stroking my cock but didn't release it. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know how to respond. "Don't panic. I've known it for years," Dad said as he continued stroking his cock. "Well, I've guessed it. Am I wrong?" I hesitated for the longest time, and then I finally admitted it. "Yes, Dad, I'm gay," I said, releasing my cock as it softened and sagged. "I never knew how to tell you." "Well, I guess telling me while we're jerking off together in your shower is interesting timing," Dad laughed. "Relax, Son. Didn't I say I guessed you were gay a long time ago. A long time before we began this shower. I'm not freaked out, am I?" he laughed. "So relax and enjoy yourself. I know I'm going to." I watched as Dad gave me wink and continued stroking his throbbing cock. "Are you sure?" I asked. "It's up to you," Dad replied. "Not everyone would want to share a shower jerk with his old man." "I always thought you were like Mom," I admitted. "Just because I let her have her way doesn't mean I agree with it," Dad responded. "I miss the free days of my youth, but that doesn't mean you have to share them. If you're not comfortable, you just say so." I slowly took my own cock in hand again and began stroking it. "I could stand to shoot a load, old man," I laughed, and, thankfully, Dad laughed too. When the laughter finally died away, Dad looked me in the eye and said, "Have fun." He then closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and began stroking his cock faster and faster. "Mmmm," he sighed as his balls steadily slapped against his thighs. In that moment, I wanted to fall on my knees and wrap my lips around Dad's cock, but I still didn't think he was bargaining for that. So, I just settled for tightening my grip on my own dick and stroking it in rhythm with Dad's motions as I watched him stroking that daddy dick that had already shot two loads of nighttime cum on me. "Oh yeah," I groaned as I could feel myself getting close. I was egged on more and more by watching Dad stroking his cock and admiring his heaving, hairy chest as he was obviously getting close. I could feel my balls tightening. My breath shortening. My knees trembling. "Ungh, ungh," I grunted as my flying fist drove my cock beyond endurance. My knees began to buckle. My hips began thrusting my cock into my fist. I reached out desperately with my free hand to support myself against the shower wall. "OH FUCK!" I grunted as my hips drove my cock into my gripping fist one last time before unleashing my load of cum. My head snapped back and forth as I shot load after load after load of cum out into the air to fall where it would. As I milked the final drops out, I looked down to see the shower water washing my cum down the drain. I also saw that one load had hit Dad in the shin and was slowly running down to his foot. "Ahhhhhh," Dad suddenly sighed, and I looked up to see his completely relaxed face. I'd never seen a man so calm at the crucial moment, but now I could picture how Dad had looked when he shot his loads in his sleep. I just expected a little more noise and fuss when he was awake. I grinned and quickly looked down to see cum shooting from Dad's dick as he slowed his stroking. The first couple of loads only shot out a couple inches and the rest drooled down over his cock head and his slowly stroking fist. "Not bad," I laughed in a comradely fashion. Dad looked down at his spent cock and said, "Hmmmm, I would have expected more after as long as it's been since I last shot a load. Can't even remember when that was." I laughed to myself because I could remember very well. "You sure are quiet when you cum," I observed. "Yeah, well," Dad replied as he wiped his cum-covered hand on his thigh, "I guess it's become a habit over the years. Wouldn't want your mother knowing how much I was really enjoying it." He laughed and turned back toward the cascading shower to wash up. "I guess that's why I thought you two never ever had sex," I laughed, quickly licking some cum off my fist while Dad wasn't looking. All that delicious cum running down the drain was such as waste. "Enough to make her feel like she was satisfying her duty, but not as much as I wanted," Dad admitted. "Sorry, Mikey, we probably shouldn't be talking about that." "We're just two grown men," I replied. "Talk about whatever you want, Dad." "Okay, do you have a boyfriend....or a manfriend?" 'No one special," I admitted. "Not even the one that crusted up those guest sheets before I got here?" Dad laughed heartily. "Well, if you want the truth, that was mainly me," I confessed with a laugh to match Dad's. "Impressive," Dad replied. "Still, I expect to meet Mr. Right when you think you've found him." Dad stepped out of the shower and said, "All yours." I looked at his muscular butt as he leaned over to dry, and my cock throbbed. It was a struggle to pull my eyes away from that view of the promised land and force myself to step under the shower to wash up. ***** Dinner was pretty quiet that evening. I didn't really notice. I was too busy thinking about jacking off with Dad in the shower and about him humping my butt for the previous two nights. I had thought about sex with Dad ever since the plumbers, Joe and Frank Henderson, showed me that some real fathers and sons did have sex and that it wasn't always just a fantasy. When I started having sex with my neighbor Tommy, I thought that would scratch the daddy itch. But now that I'd discovered Dad wasn't as repressed as I'd always thought he was, I couldn't help wanting more of him, more of his cock, more of his cum. "You're awful quiet," Dad finally observed, breaking into my thoughts. "Am I?" "You're not embarrassed about earlier, are you?" Dad asked, putting down his fork. "No, it was fun," I admitted. "Strange, but fun." "It was," he agreed. "Son, am I cramping your style by being here? Did you have big weekend plans with someone?" "No, Dad, not at all. I'm glad to have you here." "Well, that's always good to hear," Dad replied. "I sure enjoy being here." "What do you want to do this evening?" I asked. I knew there was no chance of him saying that he just wanted to spend the evening fucking my ass and sucking my cock, but I mentally crossed my fingers. "I'm fine with watching some more TV. Or a movie." "Sounds good to me." For a moment, I thought about slipping a gay porn in the DVD player and seeing how Dad would react, but I figured that would push things more than either of us would be comfortable with. "After all that yardwork, though, I think I might turn in early." "And I thought I was the old guy in the house," Dad laughed. When I mentioned that I might turn in early, I remembered that the guest sheets were still in the washer. Rather than rushing to dry them, I left them where they were. Instead, I tried to figure out how to look embarrassed when I told Dad later that I "forgot" to dry the guest sheets and we would have to share the master bed again. ***** "I guess you're as forgetful as your old man," Dad laughed when I told him about the wet sheets when we were sitting side by side on the sofa but getting ready to go to bed. "Looks that way," I said. "You know, after the shower thing, if you would rather, you can take the bed and I'll just sleep on the sofa. Or I can get the sheets in the dryer and just stay up until they're dry." "Don't be silly," Dad said. "You don't want to go to sleep on hot sheets." "Well, at least my pajamas were dried with the master sheets," I informed him. "Prude alert! Prude alert!" Dad laughed. "Okay," I replied with laughter of my own. "Au naturale it is." "That's my boy," Dad replied, slapping me on the thigh and letting his warm hand rest there for a moment. "You go on up, and I'll clean up down here." "No deal," Dad said. "It's my turn to clean up. You get your butt upstairs and make the bed." "Okay," I gave in. "See you in a bit." I headed obediently upstairs and left Dad to do the dishes. ***** It didn't take me long to make the bed, and then I quickly stripped off my clothes. I was about to hop between the sheets before Dad arrived, but then I paused. After pushing the limits in the shower, should I go further? What if it wasn't what he wanted? What if he really didn't know what he'd been doing? Finally, I decided that I might as well be prepared. If it was gonna happen, I might as well be comfortable. I retrieved the tube from the nightstand and squirted some lube on my fingers. I lifted my foot to rest on the bed rail, and then I reached under my balls to apply the lube to my asshole. My cock stiffened as I worked that first glob of lube into my asshole, and then I squirted more lube on my fingers. That second helping went up my ass as well. I wanted to be prepared for anything. I squirted a little more lube on my fingers and worked it onto the skin around my asshole and onto the pucker itself. If Dad couldn't get his cock up my ass this time, it wasn't going to be because of the lack of lube. "Ready or not!" Dad called as he approached the bedroom. I quickly tossed the tube of lube back in the drawer and slammed it shut. I then slipped between the sheets and wiped the remaining lube from my fingers onto the front of my thighs. "All clear!" I called out as Dad entered the room. "Good, cause I'm beat," Dad replied, sitting on the edge of his side of the bed. "No one forced you to do that beating," I laughed. "Smart ass," Dad said, reaching over and smacking my ass through the sheet. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. Out of the corner of my eyes, I watched Dad strip off his shirt. Then, he stood slightly so he could work his jeans and underwear down over his hips. I stopped biting my lips and licked them instead as his ass crack was revealed. All too quickly, Dad slipped between the sheets. "Good night, Dad," I said, from my position on my side facing away from Dad. "Good night, Son," Dad replied, sliding his hand under the sheet and giving my ass a playful rub. "Keep your hands to yourself, old man," I laughed, afraid at the same time that he would feel the lube on my ass. "Don't worry," Dad laughed, "your butt's safe with me, Son." He gave me another playful pat and then rolled over away from me. I waited patiently for the inevitable soft snoring to signify that he had fallen asleep. ***** For the third night in a row, I woke up to find Dad spooned tightly against my back. His arm was draped over my side, and his hand was gently rubbing my stomach. He nestled his cheek against the back of my neck and scooted even tighter against me. I held my breath as I again felt Dad rubbing his stiff cock up and down my ass crack. Slowly rocking. Dragging the underside of his shaft along my crack. My own dick grew rigid in anticipation. I wanted to reach down and stroke myself in unison with Dad's humping, but I couldn't risk it. After a few minutes of gentle rocking, Dad pulled his hand back across my stomach until it was resting on my hip. As he had done the night before, Dad slowly pushed my hip forward, and I felt his dick finally work its way forward instead of just sliding across my flesh. I could feel the mushroom working its way between my cheeks, gathering lube as is pressed forward. I let out a soft moan when the head finally glided over my pucker, which was desperate to be penetrated. In spite of the lube, or because of it, Dad's dick continued to slide forward along my taint, and I thought it was just going to be a repeat of the previous night. Then, suddenly, Dad started pulling his cock out again until he dragged it back across my hole. The head had hardly passed my hole before Dad slowly rocked forward and stopped with his head kissing my pucker. I froze. I waited. Dad pushed his cock forward and it slipped past my hole again. Damn, I thought, I'd put too much lube on the surface. Quickly, though, Dad pulled back and tried again. And again. And again. His dick kept sliding off of my pucker instead of pressing through, and I was getting desperate. Taking a huge risk, I spread my thighs enough to allow my hand to work back until my fingers provided a barrier that would prevent Dad's cock from sliding past my hole yet again. I held my breath and waited. Dad finally pressed forward. His cock head slid across my pucker yet again and pressed against my finger barrier. He pressed harder and harder. Finally, his cock was redirected by my fingers and pressed more directly on my asshole. I inhaled deeply. Exhaled. Relaxed. Waited. Another soft moan escaped my lips when the head of Dad's persistent cock finally slipped through my lubed hole and came to a sudden rest. Dad remained motionless, and I held my breath. Waiting. Wishing. Wanting. Slowly, Dad began pushing his cock deeper and deeper into me. The lube eased the way, and there was no difficulty. In no time, Dad's dick was fully buried inside my ass. Dad gently pulled my hip backward and basically locked his cock inside me. I pulled my fingers out from between my thighs and rested my hand on the mattress for support. And waited. "Mmmmm," Dad sighed softly as he nuzzled the back of my neck but otherwise didn't move. "Please," I whispered under my breath. It felt good having Dad's cock inside me, but I wanted him to fuck me with it. I wanted to feel Dad sliding in and out of me, getting his pleasure from my ass. Finally, Dad started his gentle rocking, fucking motion. It was excruciatingly slow, but unbearably pleasurable at the same time. I tightened my ass on Dad's cock, and a low moan escaped from his lips. After that, he began to increase the speed of his rocking motion. Nothing wild, but it was insistent. My ass was definitely giving pleasure to his cock, just as his cock was giving pleasure to my ass. Filling me. Expanding me. Thrilling me. "Oh god, yes," I groaned a little too loud. I clamped my mouth shut quickly, but it was too late. "Mikey?" Dad asked groggily as the fucking stopped and his brain tried to break through into consciousness. "Mikey?" he repeated with more than a hint of confusion. "I'm sorry, Dad," I whispered, but my ass betrayed me and spasmed on his cock. "What...? Oh, Mikey." I could hear the note of panic and confusion rising in Dad's voice, so I quickly reached back and grabbed his hip to prevent him from rolling away from me. "We can stop if you want, but just know that this is what I want. It feels good, Dad. Doesn't it?" "Oh, Mikey," Dad sighed, and I felt his body relax a little. "I've never..." "Well, not quite never," I laughed. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked sharply. "Well, you didn't have much cum left to shoot in the shower because you shot it all over me for the last two nights," I giggled. I knew it was a crucial moment in our relationship, but I couldn't help seeing the funny side. "Oh god, Mikey, I didn't know. I swear. I never... I... You gotta believe me," Dad insisted. "I do," I said, "but you gotta believe me that now we're here, I want to keep going. But if you want to stop, we'll stop." "Are you sure about this, Son?" I gently fucked my ass back onto Dad's cock and moaned, "Oh yeah, Dad." "Well, it sure feels good to me," Dad chuckled, "and since we've already started, we might as well enjoy it to the end." "You're not just saying that for my sake, are you Dad? We can really stop if you want." "I want my boy to be happy," Dad said seriously. "This makes me very happy, Dad," I said. Dad's silent reply was to resume his gentle rocking motion, sliding his dick in and out of my ass. "Very happy," I sighed. "Oh, Son," Dad moaned, "I've never done this before, but it sure feels good." "Sure does," I agreed, starting to rock my body back to meet Dad's thrusts. I wanted him as deep inside me as I could get him. "Best it's ever felt." "Have you had a lot of guys up here?" Dad asked casually. "A few," I admitted. "But none felt like this." "Glad to hear it," Dad chuckled. "Harder, Dad," I begged softly. "I can take it." "Damn, Son," Dad replied, but he began fucking me harder as I requested. "Oh yeah," I groaned., "that's it." "You like it rough, Son?" Dad asked curiously. "Sometimes," I admitted. "Oh, that's the spot. There, Dad. That's it. Oh yeah." "You're a lot more talkative than your Mom," Dad laughed. "Sorry," I replied softly. "Don't be," Dad grunted, continuing to pick up speed, "it's nice to hear someone appreciate my efforts for a change." "Oh fuck, Dad, I appreciate this. More than you know. Oh yeah. That's it." "You sure are tight," Dad panted. "So I hear," I laughed. "Roll over on top of me, Dad." "If that's what you want, Son." Dad shifted his weight and we rolled over so I was face down on the mattress and Dad was lying on my back. I could feel him pulling his legs up beside mine so he was in a crouching position, and he planted his hands beside my shoulders on the mattress as he continued to fuck his cock into my ass. "Oh yeah, that's it, Dad. Harder. Harder." "Oh, Son," Dad grunted as he be pounded me harder and deeper. "Oh, Mikey." "I want you to shoot in me, Dad," I hissed as Dad's fucking ground my own throbbing cock against the mattress. "What, Son?" he asked, slowing his motion. "DON'T STOP!" I yelled. "OH FUCK, KEEP GOING!" "Okay, Son, Okay," Dad laughed as he resumed slamming his meat into my ass. Deep. Hard. Fast. Grunting. Moaning. "OH SON!" he yelled with enthusiasm. "I WANT YOU TO SHOOT INSIDE ME, DAD!" I yelled this time so he would definitely hear me and not slow down again to ask questions. "You sure?" he panted. "Unless you don't want to," I replied, giving him a choice. "I want it, but if you don't..." "I WANT TO, SON, I WANT TO!" "Then do it, Dad," I grunted. "Fill my ass with cum. Breed me, Daddy. Shoot your load." "OH, MIKEY, I'M SORRY!" Dad yelled right before his fucking became truly wild and abandoned. "Give it to me, Dad. GIVE IT TO ME!" I yelled back as I began thrusting my ass up to meet Dad's pumping cock. "OH, MY BOY. MY BABY BOY!" Dad groaned. "I'M SORRY!" "I wanted you so bad, Dad. THIS IS WHAT I WANT! YOU GOTTA BELIEVE THAT!" "Oh, oh, oh, SON!" Dad panted. "CUM, DAD, CUM!" "I'M CUMMING, SON! I'M CUMMING, MIKEY!" Dad yelled as he continued slamming into me again and again and again. "I'M CUMMING, SON!" he repeated, but he didn't pause or slow down or anything. He just kept slamming that throbbing fucker into me. "OH GOD, I'M CUMMING, DAD!" I howled only moments before my cock started to discharge into the sheets. "OH, OH, OH!" I grunted every time Dad slammed into my grasping ass. Dad continued fucking me hard and fast, and from the squelching sounds coming from my ass, I guessed he was frothing up his own cum. I was sure he had cum, but he wasn't slowing down. Dad just kept fucking. Hard. Fast. Wild. Abandoned. Sweat dripping on my back. I felt my spent cock being driven through the pools of my own cum soaking into the sheets. "Oh yeah," I groaned softly. "Keep going, Dad." I wanted it to go on forever because I wasn't sure he would ever agree to do it again. "Did you cum, Son?" he panted. "Oh yeah," I groaned. "You?" "Oh yeah," he laughed. "You had enough?" "Only if you have," I grunted. Dad began to slow his fucking motion, and I felt him lower himself onto my back. His weight made it difficult to breath, but I just concentrated on the slowing but steady fucking he continued to give my ass. "Oh, Mikey," he sighed, kissing the back of my neck. "Just remember that I wanted this," I whispered. "I really did." Dad finally came to rest with his dick still tunneled into me. "I think somewhere in my brain, I did too, Son. I didn't know it, but that felt too good not to have been what I wanted." "No regrets?" I ventured nervously. "Not on your tight, cum-filled ass," Dad laughed, kissing my neck again. "I really did want this," I repeated. "I'm glad, Son." Dad gripped me and rolled us back over to our sides in the spooning position. His cock stayed inside me, and I wanted it to stay there. "Now get some sleep." "Can we do this again sometime," I asked softly. "Well, I don't have any other plans for tomorrow," Dad whispered in my ear. "YES!" I yelled. Dad just laughed and patted my stomach. "That's my boy." I was surprised at how quickly Dad's breathing shallowed out and his soft snoring sounds resumed. I was contented just to be wrapped in my Dad's warm arms and have his cock, softening though it was, inside my ass for a little while longer. ------------------- I hope you enjoyed this latest bit of fun. If you did, feel free to let me know how much: hotfordads@yahoo.com. The more details, the better! ;) Remember, always play SAFE in the real world; you never know where that thing has been! For other stories by this author, check out www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#hotfordads.